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Chapter 51 Expose, indoctrinate, inferior(2/2)

"Don't pretend, you've known it long ago!"

Duan Yizhou was full of self-blame. Duan Rong had no interaction with the young men in the Port City. However, Duan Yizhou had it, and it was because of this relationship that Duan Rong was able to join the other party.

If it weren't for this, Duan Rong might have lived well.

"I don't know what you are saying, but I advise you to think calmly, what are you going to do? Kill me? Or let your elders deal with me? I can't control what you do. Similarly, you can't control what I do. My surname is Duan, I would like to advise you that life is not easy, don't block everything easily."

After easily opening the other person's hair, Tang Xin planned to turn around and continue eating, but Duan Yizhou, whose eyes were so angry, said angrily: "I'm a mud horse! Are you talking to me the fuck?"

Bang!

Tang Xin picked up the wine bottle on the dining table, and slapped it straight on the other person's head through an arc.

Duan Yizhou leaned back and fell to the ground. Tang Xin stood up, his expression turned cold, and he stepped on the other person's face and crushed him hard.

"Who do you want to be mad? Say, say it again? I like equality, who do you want to be mad? Say! Say it out loud! The surname Duan, what do you think you are? I think you are a big deal if you know a few fucking people in the officialdom? You have the ability to make money by yourself! If you go to our company to join the China Securities Regulatory Commission, you want to get rich overnight? Such despicable behavior, do you really think you can get into the house? Your Duan family? Just because your Duan family produces a low-ranking guy like you, and I don't care about the ten Duan families! From your mouth, I will hear words that insult my family a hundred times, but it is definitely not words."

Duan Yizhou was flowing on the floor, and his pain was beyond recognition. Tang Xin was wearing leather shoes, really putting on the face, breaking the skin was a trivial matter, and muscle damage and cracking were by no means a joke. (To be continued...)
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